Xining Mountain City.
Li Xianyu and Li Qinglu both looked at the beggar monk in the corner and the petite girl standing in front of the beggar monk with great curiosity.
Seeing this petite girl, Li Xianyu seemed to have a bright light flashing in his mind, and he immediately knew how Li Qinglu should accept the fact that there were other fish in his fish pond.
"It came just in time."
The corner of Li Xianyu's mouth curled up, then he took out a piece of gold from his arms and threw the first piece into the broken bowl in front of the beggar monk.
This suddenly shocked the beggar monk and the girl whose back was turned to Li Xianyu and Li Qinglu.
The two of them looked at Li Xianyu together, with strange colors flashing in their eyes.
Li Qinglu also glanced at Meng Lang beside her, with a slight smile on her red lips.
Li Xianyu walked towards the beggar monk with a smile. When he approached, he never glanced at the girl. Instead, he stared at the beggar monk and said with a smile: "I think Master's appearance is not like ordinary beggars."
"The poor monk Jiumozhi is not a beggar." The beggar monk clasped his hands together and said calmly.
"Jiumozhi?" Li Xianyu immediately opened his eyes.
Li Qinglu came over with a surprised look on her face.
As far as she knew, the imperial master of Tubo was named Jiumozhi, and he was a truly enlightened monk.
Every year, many monks from all over the world go to Tubo just to listen to the Dharma of Master Jiumozhi.
"Jiumozhi? Such a familiar name."
The petite girl also murmured, vaguely feeling as if she had heard this name somewhere.
"Do you know Duan Yu?" Li Xianyu suddenly asked.
I was basically certain in my heart that the middle-aged monk in front of me was Jiumozhi, the Tubo master.
But...why he became a beggar made Li Xianyu very curious.
As far as he knew, Jiumozhi was ranked as one of the most powerful people in the West of Tianlong in the original work of Tianlong.
Unless you encounter those cheating protagonists, you can basically walk sideways.
He pretends to be cool everywhere, but only when he meets the protagonist does he feel defeated.
With just one glance, Li Xianyu could tell that all the meridians in Jiumozhi's body had been severed, his power had been lost, and he was no longer as good as an ordinary person.
"Duan Yu?" Jiumozhi and the petite girl were both stunned.
Immediately, the petite girl's eyes lit up and she asked eagerly: "Do you know Duan Yu?"
"Uh?" Li Xianyu blinked and looked at this woman for the first time, her face was delicate and very cute.
"Duan Yu and I are close friends, and he has helped me every step of the way." Li Xianyu said with a smile.
"Are you his best friend?" The pretty girl couldn't help but look at Li Xianyu. When she looked at Li Xianyu's face, her pretty face turned red instantly.
"What a good-looking man."
"Even more beautiful than Duan Yu."
The pretty girl thought to herself, her heart pounding.
"I wonder who the girl is?" Li Xianyu asked curiously.
"My name is Zhong Ling, have you heard of it?" Zhong Ling looked at Li Xianyu expectantly.
"Zhong Ling..." A flash of surprise flashed in Li Xianyu's eyes, and he couldn't help but laugh.
Zhong Ling seems to be Duan Zhengchun's daughter as well.
"Coincidence?"
Li Xianyu couldn't help but touch his nose and couldn't stop smiling.
He really never thought about deliberately searching for Duan Zhengchun's daughter.
But this fate, as if it was destined by God, cannot be stopped.
"Do you know her?" Li Qinglu asked softly, alarm bells rising in her heart.
"I've heard of it." Li Xianyu chuckled, "She is Duan Yu's biological sister."
"Ah?" Zhong Ling's eyes widened and he asked in shock, "Whose biological sister do you think I am?"
Li Xianyu smiled and said: "Your mother, Baobao Gan, once had a relationship with Prince Duan Zhengchun. After she became pregnant with Prince Duan's child, he was ruthlessly abandoned by him.
Later, your mother married your current father, Zhong Wanchou.
Regarding this matter, Zhong Wanchou knew very well, that's why he hated Duan so much. "
Zhong Ling was stunned.
She was really confused.
This happened so suddenly.
Li Xianyu ignored Zhong Ling. He was sure that Zhong Ling would take the initiative to talk to her later.
After all, this life experience is indeed too bizarre.
"Master, I heard Duan Yu mention a Tubo master whose Buddhist name is also Jiumozhi." Li Xianyu looked at Jiumozhi and said with a smile.
Jiumozhi was silent for a while, then nodded slowly and said, "Yes, the poor monk is the Jiumozhi mentioned by Prince Duan Yu."
"According to what Duan Yu said, master, your strength is unpredictable. You can defeat Tianlong Temple alone. You are so powerful, how could you end up in such a situation?"
Li Xianyu was really curious about this.
This is the mountain city of Xining. He vaguely felt that Jiumozhi's end may be related to Li Qiushui or Murong Fu, or he accidentally fell into the trap of the thirty-six cave masters and the seventy-two island masters.
"The donor is ridiculous. The strength of the poor monk in the past was far inferior to that of the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple." Jiumozhi shook his head, and then sighed softly, "In the past, the poor monk sat in a well and looked at the sky. Yelang was arrogant, thinking that his strength was the best in the world. There are few enemies.
But I don’t know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky.
That day, the poor monk came here and met a person whose strength was much higher than the poor monk. "
Speaking of this, Jiumozhi said no more.
About that woman...he was too embarrassed to say more.
Li Xianyu blinked and suddenly asked, "The person you met must be a woman."
"Huh?" Jiumozhi suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Xianyu.
Li Xianyu smiled and said, "She is still a woman wearing white clothes."
"You... know her?" Jiumozhi's expression changed.
"The woman in white clothes?"
Li Qinglu's eyes flashed slightly. For some reason, she thought of her royal grandmother Li Qiushui... Her royal grandmother liked to wear a white palace dress the most.
…
Western Region, Northern Desert.
White Camel Mountain.
In a stream.
The ascetic monk's right hand touched the scar on Li Qiu Shui's face, and wisps of gentle Qi penetrated into Li Qiu Shui's scar.
"Who...are you?"
Li Qiushui stared at the ascetic, with unconcealable horror flashing in his eyes.
The ascetic's true energy was actually able to dissolve her scars.
You must know that the scar on her face was left by the woman Wu Xingyun. Before the scar formed, Wu Xingyun's unique Qi was raging all over the wound.
As a result, no panacea could heal the wounds on her face, leaving only this ugly scar.
The ascetic monk didn't reply and quietly helped Li Qiushui repair his scars.
After a while.
The ascetic monk withdrew his hand, a smile appearing on his face.
Li Qiushui immediately leaned over and took advantage of the moonlight to look at the reflection in the stream.
The face that originally looked very ugly due to the presence of scars became smooth, and the long-lost beauty was restored.
Li Qiushui's inner excitement and joy could not be concealed.
After admiring it for a while, she stood up and looked at the ascetic passionately.
"You healed my face." Li Qiushui looked grateful and his voice was extremely gentle.
The ascetic monk clasped his hands together and said, "The donor is like this. The poor monk just took away the donor's obsession."
"I want to repay you." Li Qiushui said softly.
The ascetic monk looked at Li Qiushui and said slowly: "If the donor must repay his kindness, he should repay it to the Buddha. It was the Buddha who guided the poor monk here."
"Repay Buddha? How do you want me to repay you?"
"Amitabha, the temple where the poor monk lives still lacks a saint..."
